The port slides shut; the doors start to wheel their way open. They're heavier than they look; one of them has an ancient warning sign on it that may once have promised horrible injuries to anyone who obstructed their closing. There are three people waiting on the other side, the man who'd been questioning Voodoo and a taller, paler pair; all of them are wearing what looks like it was probably once mine safety gear before they started reinforcing it with salvaged armor plates and the like.
The short man smiles. "Welcome to Rowlesburg," he says. "I'm Aaron. This here's Susan, and that's Duffy. Ain't had visitors in a while 'round here, I'm afraid."
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The port slides shut; the doors start to wheel their way open. They're heavier than they look; one of them has an ancient warning sign on it that may once have promised horrible injuries to anyone who obstructed their closing. There are three people waiting on the other side, the man who'd been questioning Voodoo and a taller, paler pair; all of them are wearing what looks like it was probably once mine safety gear before they started reinforcing it with salvaged armor plates and the like.
The short man smiles. "Welcome to Rowlesburg," he says. "I'm Aaron. This here's Susan, and that's Duffy. Ain't had visitors in a while 'round here, I'm afraid."